Hamel had been shopping around trying to find things for costumes he was making. Thus he had a large bag in one hand and his violin, as always, strapped to his back. You couldn't trust this place to keep it safe. Crazy fucking townspeople fucked shit up sometimes. City people. Whatever. He was almost past the bakery when he smelled the sweet scent on the air. He paused halfway through a step and turned his head, sniffing the air before his eyes focused on the cakes. His face pressed up against the window and he salivated, pressing his hands as well.

Petite cakes with fancy frosting all fru fru seemed like such a waste of cash but they smelled freaking great. And there were cupcakes too, and little cinnamon rolls and huge tits... woah. Nice. Hey wait, he knew those tits.

He lifted his eyes to a furtively glancing girl and remembered her vaugley from somewhere. Now where was it? As he tried to remember that screaming match he either didn't realize or didn't care that he was staring and probably still had a bit of saliva on his lip from the smell of the cakes. Man he wanted cake but he didn't want to waste money on it.